chip tha ripper – fat raps testo

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“fat raps”
(feat. curren$y, big sean)

[chip tha ripper:]
uh-huh. slab ent boy. good luckin out, chyeah.
pulled up to the hand-car wash like blao,
just the outside my n-gg- gon’ wipe me down.
know i gotta couple dollars for you when you done,
roll the window back up, roll the blunt, cut ugk back up,
cut the ac back up; gettin kinda hot in here, benny hanna
left-over weed, smokin, i’m in here.
let me volunteer to get you n-gg-s minds right, getcha funds
up instead of chasin after limelight.
but since i’m all good i might, go and see what’s good
with these pretty girls for one night. so i whipped around
to the spot i knew was poppy-in. parked then we
hopped out then hopped in, no problem. soon as we got in
eye brows raised up, i missed the tape with fay cut [?]
with the escalade truck, in the party lookin for miss-not-
too-bougiese with a booty and know how to roll
doobies and junk

b-tches think i’m living out my car, all these shoe
boxes and sh-t, don’t confuse it boo, this stuff i
just bought, before i came to scoop you, coulda
dropped it off, but i wanted you to see it, confident
but not concieted.
yeah, i like my grapes, and my weed seedless.
gettin p-ssy with my fathers features, believe it.
if you missed it, then i bet somebody out there seen
it, twitpic my outfit, b-tches stalk my comments.
just fool.
what they say i came first on my list of things
to do [?]. if the broad got wireless at her crib
i fall through. gotta e-mails to read, as she
break down my tree, reach my cell phone,
turn the tv down for me (yeah).
it was kinda ironic, cause i had the papers
she had the chronic. the h-rnets beat the
supersonics. and h-lla vapors from the smokin
volcano, i’m thirsty need some water, boy captain
insane-o [?]

[big sean:]
aye, in this lifetime you only get richer or not,
so hoes jump for my b-lls like they tipped off
the rock. i get it from my dad cause i’m a chip
of the block. now i’m up in cleveland to grab
chip off the block. now whip off the lots, with
a bad b-tch, -ss thick, and t-ts so i slipped off
the top. yeah, b-tch i’m the man, forever gettin
chose, i party everynight and it’s never gettin old.
the story of your life is probably never gettin
told, them tickets to your show is probably
never gettin sold. i might just cop some sh-t
from some set, new york to la, i beat the sunset.
your girl show me l-o-v-e. i dropped the o and
e, and just took the lv. that’s louis vuitton luggage,
everytime you see my p-ssport, domneyair [?] print
got me lookin like a chessboard ahaha.

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